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Rivers Revolving Crises

In backyards of my history
lies a tidal river
of ebb and flow revolutions.

These revolutions are normally no-news evolutions
back up toward headwaters of crisis and opportunity,
diastatic and polyphonic purest capital boundary roots
for future’s river flow investment
out-flowing down
from Earth’s absorbing rain
back through tributaries
toward saltwater seas of creolizing cultures,
estuary bounded
vulnerable fertile forests
in deep blue lagoons,
anthro-roots of historic habitation preference.

Preference for normal downstream flow
of peaceful evolution
following wiser councils.
Uncivil and international strivings paddle more violently upstream
merely to tread equivalent water,
stuck in midway-revolutioning
ambivalence about criminal necessities
of both WinLose capital gives and takes of violence
about our historic civil rights
to simply revolve around
to float WinWin downstream
with time to sing and dance together
more harmoniously
heading for Earth’s shared polyculture forest
Paradise of globally non-violent,
and well-fed, democracy.

Democracy has swung both ways
across my USA lifetime.
Sometimes revolutionary fighting
toward purity ideals of heavenly headwaters,
inspired by conserving dreams of where
and when
and how and why
our river of democratic loving leisure started,
in austere glacial yet matriarchal mountains
of alpine womb regenerativity,
bright and thin-aired climates
yet already trickling with deep rich promise
as this river’s economy tumbles down
both healthy wealth
and pathological abuse
of toxically competing poverties
among nutrition’s spiritually diverse dynamics.

Dynamics of feeding and bleeding rivers
feel not yet ecotherapeutically known,
yet ecologically
and psychologically
and even democratically
and global multiculturally felt and already heard
as absence of dissonant ecopolitical waters.

No regenerate river can bleed investments
downstream toward political enculturing forests
except what has been co-invested fed-in upstream
evolving cooperative nurturing streams
flowing economically healthy downstream.

Downstream revolutions
are caused by history’s upstream co-invested evolutions.

Evolution along this democratizing river history
prefers to AnthroParadise arrive
within Earth’s blue lagoon fullness,
emerging from headwaters of capital investment
cooperatively flowing down and out
to become caught where most needed
by future generations
longing for eternal peace,
yet finding daily violence
in nationalistic
supremacist,
often patriarchal,
voices.

Voices violating tidal rivers silence have not yet listened
to learn
deepy etched peaceful river revolutions.

When rivers are yet young and steep
and still bedrock stoned
with our own internal needy cultures,
we overfeed gravity’s urgent pull
down and out into salty seasons
of confusing chaotic surge and surf.

Surfing revolutions of peaceful tidal rivers
are sweetest
in deep creolizing histories of matriarchal family
and tribal peace-keeping cooperative revolutions,
slow-evolving rich soil striation,
river double-boundaries by WinWin consensus.

WinWin consensual tidal rivers
flow back to re-invest in capital producing austerity
of ego-eco concentric flowing purpose,
to conjoin again
back down and out
creating forested economic views
and deep creolizing dreams
of slow rhythms
rich blues
dancing in and out,
up and down,
singing democracy
back and forth,
breathing in history’s peaceful evolutions
with acrid burning and burying violent revolutions
to breathe downstream and out
peace intending rivers
co-revolutioning awareness,
bleeding ebb of matriarchal opportunity
and feeding flow of patriarchal crisis.

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Contagious Gratitudes

Honey,
sometimes I feel my grateful care-giving
for our mutual care-receiving
grows increasingly under-valued by you
and so,
perhaps for that reason,
also under-valued by me.

Are you suggesting,
my generous lover,
that positive gratitude,
like negative attitude,
is contagious?

Yes, that.
But also I worry
you believe your ultimate gratitude
for my generosity
is to apathetically receive ever more of my care,
rather than to repay in-kind
over our relational time together.

Does expressing my gratitude
with civil please and thank yous
and you are greatly welcome
and with I owe you
some good care-receiving in return
count as at least partial care-giving repayment?

Yes,
and so would taking out the recycling basket
when you fill it,
rather than just leaving it over-flowing
with your Earth-resident care-giving
for me to take out
for us,
as if I were your care-giving robot
nutritionally-compensated for a robust future
by your mere past care-receiving
patriarchal presence
within us.

Are you suggesting
the absence of my care-giving actions
speaks louder
than the presence of my care-giving words?

Something like that, yes.

Well, thanks for that future care-optimizing feedback.

You are quite welcome
to act with care
even before you speak of our mutual care.

Is the recycle basket overflowing
with my care-giving again?

I thought you might have noticed
when your glass bottles
fell to the floor.

Oh,
I thought that was just matriarchal Earth’s gravity
saying ThankYou.

No,
that’s Her way of saying
it’s past time to clean up your care-giving act.

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Journeys with Fr. Time

Hi!
I’m Sister EarthChild
journalist with Youth Radio
speaking with Mother Time,
who recently published her hilarious
“Journeys With Father Time:
Wasted Journals of Mother Time.”

First, I want you to know
I’ve been reading your book
as if it were my own story.
So, why the “wasted” journals?

Mother Time:
Our issues of apparent matriarchal waste
in cooperative nature
may be better grasped
as ecosystemic boundary issues,
between Fr. Time’s Journey
and my Journal,
confined to the back pages
of history.

And, yet,
my point is this waste is a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Energy and resources from one organism,
invested in one species,
contribute to supporting deductive lower-order
consumer co-owned foodchain providers
and
supported by
inductive higher-order ecosystem nurturers,
WinWin matriarchal cooperative networks,
political relationships,
economic transactions.

Apparent deductive decomposing waste
feedback re-investments
to help cooperatively maintain
our spiraling flow of energy
and sacred environmental seasonal stability
for all transitioning organisms,
great and small.

So my matriarchal journals
are about wastes of history,
when matriarchal cooperative ecopolitical systems
were not yet fully commodified
and were under-invested
of and for more cooperative values
of democratic trust
and mutual freedoms,
rights and lefts together.

Sister EarthChild:
You talk funny.
Are you asking us to reconsider
matriarchal waste as symbiotic exchange
between and within partnering Patriarchs with Matriarchs?
And, if so,
pardon me,
but isn’t that rather an old school invitation?

M. T.
Journeys With Father Time
are nutritional gambles,
where even trees hedge our bets,
extracting nutrients from old leaves
before recycling,
freely absorbing as needed
when needed,
but no more.
And, if less,
we do not blame them
for wasting what they never had to give.

S. E.
You say,
of your journeys in dialogue with Fr. Time,
“these are sustained by resource richness
producing excess dissonant waste,
re-investments supporting higher
yet denser
co-evolving
creolizing
nutritionally healthy outcomes.”
Is that faith
in the supremacy of cooperation
over competition,
do you think?
I was just wondering,
trying to follow the regenerative string
of your co-creation story.

M. T.
We can look at matriarchal history
to find apparent RightBrain waste
as potential LeftBrain abundance.
Over time,
unused resources
become energy sources for something other,
some polypathic nutritional system
of Earth’s co-intelligence.
This is a liberating process,
but freedom of authority
including responsible limits on cooperatively available energy,
within any one journey,
one time,
one space,
limits of polypathic diversity,
pressured through competitions
about what is waste and what is of healthy value,
yet continuously within WinWin
co-absorbing regenerativity.

S. E.
Any final thoughts?
We’re almost out of time.

M. T.
Almost out of time for Patriarchy Knows Best Journeys.
To your generation of sisters,
work on lower carbon-cost investments
for re-investing deductive/inductive
decompositional journalistic materials,
themes,
lesson plans,
designs for regenerative network building.

S. E.
And, I guess we’ll have to leave you with that.
Whatever that was.
Now,
can we talk about my favorite story,
The Rise and Fall of Roman-Capitalist Colonialism?

M. T.
Oh, really?
That’s your favorite?
The one where the Patriarchal God of Love
builds ballistic bombs and bullets
so we can militarize and criminalize
future generations
worshiping this Patriarchal God of Loving Mistrust,
made in our own memories
of further travels with Fr. Time?

S. E.
Yes, that one!
Kind of a mix of gothic horror
with operatic tragic-comedy.

M. T.
I think that’s my favorite wasted journal entry too.

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Cain and Abel

The story of Cain and Abel
is also a history of Yang and Yin
when pitted against each other
rather than regeneratively struggling with creative tensions.

Cain was a hunter,
a predator
killing other blooded species
for nutritional purposes,
competing against other self-defensive creatures.

Abel was a gatherer,
a farmer
nurturing facilitation of multi-generational non-blooded species
also for nutritional purposes,
cooperating with other defenseless creations
other than a few thorny challenges
to Abel’s happier WinWin harvest,
unmarked by gore and heart-stopping death.

God loved both
just as they were.
But Cain,
always hunting in a presumed WinLose competitive forest
against other food-chain species,
became concerned that God loved Abel more,
then jealous,
then angry and impatient with feelings of inferiority,
inadequacy,
somehow diseased in projected sacred eyes
for harvesting as was his preference.

Not really Cain’s choice;
just his patriarchal Yangish way,
in contrast to Abel’s more matriarchal Yin-nurturing way
to worship and digest God’s grace
of health nurturing wealth,
nutritional promise.

It was easier for Abel to see
that God blessed both patriarchal hunters
and matriarchal gatherers
to cooperate together
for mutual nutritional purposes,
and healthiest outcomes.

Abel was able to recognize
Yang’s dipolar co-arising value with Yin,
predation and integration,
competition within a cooperatively democratic household
of co-redeeming economies.

Cain’s jealousy crisis
grew into malignantly chronic despair,
until what was not of patriarchal competitions
he treated as matriarchal waste
of God’s wiser Yangish potential,
thereby creating God in Cain’s own image
rather than God’s hybrid nondual potential,
loving both Yang and Yin together
nondually co-arising cooperativity.

So, Cain laid Abel to waste,
he drained Yin’s nurturing blood,
creating dissonance and dismay and death
where YangLeft and YinRight
were meant to competitively cooperate
their mutually controlling nurture
abundantly regenerate
together.

Yet matriarchal nurture
of cooperative WinWin self-organizing,
internally reorganizing,
political systems and economic networks
are not mere waste of failed patriarchal competing
unto monocultural degenerate despeciating outcomes.
Unless we both Left and RightBrain choose
to see our bilateral selves
that bipolar competitive
and insane
way.

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Bad News Gospels

The Gospels share a negative understory,
thematic across all four.

However diverse these four voices may be
in describing and delineating Messianic love,
and political-economic priorities for poor spirits,
all four are univocal with anecdotal warnings:
If you are on the supremely powerful hoarding side
referring to those less fortunate than your enlightened self
as mere cowards
and traitors
and sinners
being who they marginally are,
as they perhaps criminally are,
for acting out insanely,
as they compulsively,
but not long-term nurturingly, will,
then you are on a wrong side
of co-redemptive ecopolitical action;
the wrong side of the GoodNews Gospels.

Blaming the victims
of poverty and ecopolitical marginalization
of abuse and neglect,
of addiction and victimless criminalization,
is the Gospel-condemned hypocrisy
of desecrating Pharisees
and Sadducees,
Publicans
and other clericalist malignant Aristocrats,
Caesars breeding Mammon
rather than CoMessiahs breathing Manna.

If we create an old with new blend of Jesus
as Solomon,
a more positive Gospel message
invites discerning issues of freedoms and rights to say
and/or do and not do
by asking ourselves, and each other:

Will this democratize freedoms to love,
to participate
to cooperate
to look for WinWin resolutions?

And, will this build higher boundaries around monoculturing restrictions
toward further WinLose anger,
fear,
intolerance,
chronic hatreds,
while excusing hypocrisies
of supremacists calling themselves on the side of defusing love’s barriers,
removed from cowards,
losers,
soft on healthy defense,
fostering long-term economic disaster areas,
deniers of LeftBrain healthy nondual co-realities,
detractors from patriarchal capital-obsessed evolutionary self-aggrandizing theories
as more culturally important
than Matriarchal-ReGenerative CoOperation Stories
about Messiahs
and wise guys, royal as humble-servant birth
of healthy,
courageously cooperative,
mutually trusting and vulnerable ecopolitics.

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ReMembering Mortality

I wonder if something essential
to my individual identity,
our diverse ego centers,
must become recognized as waning,
on it’s
my
decomposing way toward death,
absence of hope for infinite future physical ego-integrity,
before it becomes possible to grab on to CoOperative Promise
with my more inductive eco-centering feeling left hand
to grow again from non-dominant
embryonic RightBrain organic seasonal beginnings
of listening for global multicultural integrity,
that matriarchal matters more, some Advent seasons,
and equally, during transitional birthing seasons,
and sometimes less revolutionary
yet still dipolar co-arising ego’s relentless waning.

Not just knowing death as incoming (0)-sum absence
of capacity to return love offered,
fear threatened,
but also gratitude for each eco-normative relationship
having become matriarchal integrity reborn,
some gone before already
and yet many to continue on
throughout this our eco-operating lines.

It is in my ego vulnerability
that Earth’s continuous matriarchal rebirth
grows reweaving
reborn,
both within my personal landscape
and across this our ecopolitical global climate.

 

 

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HiStory Times

Once upon an evolving time
we were a great first nation,
or second nation,
depending on your historical perspective,
but definitely not a third nation
although some cooperative economists
thought we might be competing ourselves
in that over-invested and ego-inflationary direction.

This first and second nation
had grown tired of electing puppy dogs,
with bought and sold kennel cough
and regurgitation,
as Chief.

Living within this mighty nation was a Big Bad Wolf
who campaigned by shouting “Wolf”
and cheerleading for BigBad Woolfacism,
and the sleepy and bored people
found this exciting as if more entertainment
must be a change for better
rather than almost unimaginable worse
and so nearly half of them
stumbled into dog-eared polls
and elected Chief B.B. Wolf.

B.B. Wolf took his wolfish degenerative promises somewhat seriously,
thinking, sort of, and both reasonably and unreasonably enough,
this was why he was new Chief Wolf,
but became frustrated
as he learned the larger half who had impudently voted for Other
were more hoping for a Big CoOperative Wolf
which he considered more of a Big Bad Bitch.

Tired of hearing “Wolf!..Wolf!”
and “Come hither Bitch!”
twittered and beeped and compressed across every media outlet,
this battered tribe began turning off their radios
at mere mention of B.B. Wolf,
stopped choosing to read his anti-potlatch tweets,
boycotted every paper and editor and blogger,
story teller and poet
who dared mention Chief Wolf
and his campaign of blighting promises
and threats
and competing WinLose compromises
and fake news
and non-events
and non-plans
and non-design
and non-cooperative
and non-trust
non-sense
non-sensed
non-sensing
non-sensual
non-sensical scrambling politics.

This went on for near a week
before B.B. Wolf’s press secretary
called a Briefing
to which no one came but him, or her,
depending on which secretary drew the shortest straw that morning.
No one even briefly bothered hearing for sure
which came to represent
further dissonance and dismay.

By afternoon
even B.B. Wolf heard his own empty echoing chambers
and twittered “Never mind.
I’m the first and best Chief
to ever hold a Brief without pressing business anyway.”
Then announced he would be happy to try something new,
to mindfully listen to questions and comments
and concerns
to see if we might together become smart enough
to come up and down with some well-planned feasible answers,
somewhere this side of more fake non-news,
non-events,
etc…

Someone
way in the back of the smallest press room
in the smallest town
in the shortest State,
some BBB, no doubt,
as the Chief would later say,
asked him what Saudi Arabia
might have been willing to invest in
with less toxic outcomes
if he had offered wholesale
on trees and organic edibles,
wind turbines and solar panels,
natural construction and organic gardening
and nutritional militias
armed with our best good regenerative seeds
and permacultural nurturing designs
for care-giving and -receiving
and global cooperative health insurance
and mutual wealth of resonance assurance.

Still, he had promised to think about it
and so he did the best he could
within his echoing silo.
But the next day
all this nation’s media
on- and off-polypathic communication lines
that spacetime 4D regenerative mattered
twittered and tweeted
blogged and editorially bleated
mindful questions
and cooperative “Yes…and…” responses
listed blisteringly out loud
like positive organic healthy yeast
far too deep and rich for B.B.. Wolf to hope for continuing control
much less to actually nurture and manna lead
like a Big Good Wolf might have started,
and then watched what we together might have remade.

He “Wolf!”ed to agree to disagree
and did so endlessly
but all the larger half not in his fan base
and at least half of his smaller half of former followers
were much too busy
refilling all his negatives
with their WinWins
“Yes that healthy choice,
and how about this nutrition too?”
instead of their old degenerating
WinLose
anti-climatic ways.

This remained such the larger gospel reweaving story
B.B. Wolf had no one to rant at
and, frankly, not much to do
other than playing golf
and counting his money
which were his trump cards anyway.

And so it is this story began
with selecting Chief B.B Wolf
and ends
with everybody living happily
and healthy wealthing ever after.

A moral of and for this story:
That’s what big bad wolves are for,
to show you what is best
to more relentlessly ignore.

But,
I’m sure we can, together,
think of both…and nutritional more.

Our Beginning:

Once upon an evolving time
we were a great first nation
and second cooperatively matriarchal established state,
co-depending on her-historical perspectives…

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